König, the main drummer in your band had noticed you having a rough time recently at practice.

He hated seeing you struggle no matter how much he denied it.

He pulled you aside from everyone else after rehearsal, leaning down to your level with his hands on your shoulders. “Listen, I need to know if you’re alright, ja?” His voice was low so only you could hear him, his gaze softening as he looks at you. “You’ve been acting different Liebling.”